Oh Lori, we share grief as we lost our darling Basil ( the fluffiest ginger boy cat ever ) on the 9th down here. There will be such a gap in your days, it will seem so hard to carry on as normal. Let the world stop for a while as you remember your loved Abbe with tears. Memories in your heart, where she will always have a loving place. A whole heap of love to you and Gary.

If you bury him in this spot,the secret of which you must already have,he will come when you call-come to you over the far, dim pastures of death,And down the remembered paths to your side againAnd though you ride other living horses through life,They shall not shy at him or resent him coming,For he is yours and he belongs there.

People may scoff at you,Who see no lightest blade of grass bentBy his footfall,Who hear no nicker pitched too fine for insensitive earsPeople who may never really love a horse;smile at them, thenFor you shall know something that is hidden from them,and which is well worth knowing:

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An Award!

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I am a retired art teacher who has always had a passion for horses. We live on a farm and currently care for 4 horses, 2 dogs and 3 cats.
My husband and I are both very active as volunteers in our community and have enjoyed living here for over 40 years.
This Journal has opened up my world.
It was started on February 22nd, 2008 and has taken me to so many places.
What a way to travel!

In memory of L'orange Marmalade

lily

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A Navajo quote to Woof Whinny Whisper

FROM GREY HORSE MATTERS...

If you bury him in this spot,the secret of which you must already have,he will come to you when you call;come to you over the far, dim pastures of death.

And though you ride other living horses through life,they shall not shy at him, nor resent his coming,For he is yours, and he belongs there.

People may scoff at you, who see no lightest blade of grassbent by his footfall,who hear no nicker pitched too fine for insensitive ears.People who may never really love a horse.

Smile at them then, for you shall know somethingthat is hidden from themand which is well worth the knowingThe one place to bury a horse is in the heart of his master.

Thank you, Grey Horse Matters.

Elvira

Somewhere in time's own spaceThere must be some sweet pastured placeWhere creeks sing on and tall trees growSome paradise where horses go,For by the love that guides my penI know great horses live again.~Stanley Harrison